Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Crime,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.